I will be repenting for the absolute -fluff- of this epilogue for a year. :/ Luckily, it's counterbalanced by my new series-fic, Fragments of Freedom, which is decidedly un-fluffy.

Still, I KNOW there will be people who will enjoy the fact that this is utter cheescake. *grins*

A word about the content... I'm -assuming- that the Japanese scholars of this time had proper names for the stars -- after all, they had imported Chinese learning, and astrology/divination was part of that and... yea. I'm shutting up now, but that's what I based that bit on. If I'm wrong, let me know, please. ;o;

Anyway, I know this is very late, considering I technically ended the fic a while ago, but I hope you all like it! *^^*;;;

As always, my love and thanks to Colin, my super-beta and best friend. Possession would not have been possible without his support and red pen. Other special thanks go to Sunfreak and Kat. You two have been my creative compases and I'm so glad I've had you around to bounce ideas off and stay inspired. In fact, I think I may have drawn a bit from Sunfreak on the title/mood of this chapter. Love you, darlin.

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"I still can't believe it." The words were quiet, as if they weren't meant to be heard.

Miroku looked over at the youkai sitting next to him, curiously. Sesshomaru's face seemed warm in the firelight, a strange contrast to his usual pallor. He was flexing the fingers on his new arm, watching them carefully. Everyone else was sleeping as they kept watch, and the night was quiet, warm.

"What?"

Sesshomaru shrugged vaguely and Miroku sighed, half-smiling wryly. He had finally realized how utterly horrible the youkai was at voicing what he felt. He prodded slightly. "That they accepted you? That you and Inuyasha haven't killed each other yet? That Rin and Shippo are practically attached at the hip?"